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Valentine's Dance; Town Hall; Friday Evening [8 pm - 10 pm]

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

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"Fancy? It's what I wear for formal occasions," he said. "You look beautiful, as always."

Dinah smiled, happy to hear that, but more dimmed than usual. "Fancy. Formal. Same thing, yeah." She took a little sip of her drink. "So, uh. I heard Tony talked to you. I'd apologize for that," she was turning pinker, "But I had no idea he was going to do it."

He glanced at her, noting the difference. "If it was his idea there is no reason for you to apologize."

"Oh, good." That out of the way, Dinah relaxed again, looking only a little thoughtful. "He said some stuff that you said, and I was thinking of stuff I heard, and you know? It's gotten to be this whole stupid telephone game. Do you-- do you have time, to talk this weekend? Just talk for a while?"

"Of course." Dinah was clearly thinking about something, and Leto suspected there must be one of those things which Tony had seemed unable to get into his head. "I can stop by your room if you want to."

Dinah beamed at him, relieved. "That would be great. Cookies and chat and tea." She looked around, wondering, and asked, "So did the person you wanted to ask from town come with you tonight?" Only a tiny bit jealous. Mostly curious.

"She declined my offer," Leto grinned, "But I am here with Alice."

"Oh, cool. I like her." The afternoon they'd spent in the music store, talking about cats and music and manners, came back to her, and Dinah grinned a little. "I love the way she talks." Somehow, knowing Leto could get rejected too was oddly reassuring. "Sorry your first choice declined, but glad you came anyway."

"My sister told me that it was for students." He smiled to himself. "And I think I will enjoy it just as much anyway." Looking at Dinah, he added: "I would offer you a dance, but I find this music... strange."

Dinah grinned, amused that he agreed with Arthur. "Sometimes you can dance with the whole room like this," she offered, just swaying to the music, back and forth, mostly on the beat. "Since slow songs are the only ones people expect only couples to be dancing to."

That didn't make sense to Leto, but he didn't question it. "I believe I will have to have an open mind about it," he said, sipping the punch. "Also, the decorations are not what I expected."

"Friday the 13th instead of Valentine's Day, yeah. I kind of wonder about our Student Council," Dinah laughed. "It's supposed to be a bad-luck day. Everything else around here, too. They either think we're charmed or we can't get any more cursed."

"Oh, that makes a little more sense." He grinned. "So, what have you been doing?"

"Mmm, practicing for the play. More sparring with Jen. Lessons with your sister. Lessons with Liir." Dinah grinned. "Very silly P.E. class. And getting drunk and having Arthur carry me back to my room, wow, not a good idea."

"So you were the one to cause all that noise?" He gave her a mock stern look, his eyes smiling.

"Priestly too!" Dinah said immediately, giggling and giving up her co-conspirator in drunkeness. "Sorry about that. We were trying to get to the roof before Arthur ambushed us. You can blame him too."

"Blame him from stopping you going up to the roof while not fit to walk?" Leto raised an eyebrow. "It sounds more like he came to your rescue."

"Yeahhh," Dinah admitted, sheepishly making a face, then smiling. "He keeps doing that. So annoying about it, too. He keeps re-hurting his shoulder! I could've crawled home. Probably."

"I expect I would have done the same," Leto said, "And so I will not blame him. I hope at least it was enjoyable."

"Until the next day, very. Mojitos are eeevil." Dinah grinned. "I'm not drinking the punch tonight, just in case they spike it. Too close to Tuesday for me to want to do that again soon. What have you been up to, since rehearsal?"

"Not much," he admitted. "Playing the baliset, talking to Ghanima." Being in a bad mood, but he wasn't going to mention that.

"Oh, bring that tomorrow! And I'll swipe the chess set from the common room. We can have a game while we talk." Dinah glee'd, and then spun with the music, happy. See? Easy.

"Run and tell all the angels, this could take all night..."

He gave her a warm smile, holding out a hand to support her spin should she want it. "I will."

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